Retreat Often and Surrender Never!

I’ve just been updating and putting on posts from the last couple of weeks…but wanted to make sure I ended posts this week on a positive note!!!

As you may know I went away on a most fabulous 4 day spiritual retreat…truth is I was wanting to write about it as soon as I came back but got caught up in Mondays and business of other sorts. But, this retreat was so spectacular I need to share all its awemazements!

Firstly the drive was inspiring! I was able to formulate my new retirement plans, and visualize my creation of my new world. Little did I know that I would drive to a small town consisting of 600 people….a blink and you’ve missed it town for sure!

Once I pulled into the driveway, the host Victoria met me at the door and was superbly warm and welcoming. So, the theory behind this retreat was to explore the spiritual healing of the native people and beliefs. I am fascinated with the native beliefs and was happy to find this retreat: http://www.thelonghouse.org/index.html

Victoria showed me around the healing place, and allowed me time to settle in my little red cabin; set up my juicer in the outdoor kitchen; and time to breath in my new environment before inviting me for dinner! Her partner, Hugh McKenzie, was on dinner duty and made the most delicious goulash. It was a breath of fresh air to be sat in a house with everyone sitting together eating and chatting together!

My Little Red Cedar Cabin: This little red cedar cabin was super awesome…even has better foundation then my house! It was warm with a little electric fireplace heater…but it had a real connection to nature and I slept like a baby for the 3 nights I was there.

 

 

 

 

The Outdoor Kitchen: Was super amazing…I didn’t know what to expect when Victoria explained on the phone about the outdoor kitchen. It was most relaxing to be able to make juice and then drink it while looking at the sky and the trees. It was the first day there I met with Philip (Victoria’s nephew)

 

 

 

Chatting with Philip: I am thrilled to have met Philip, he was a true gentleman even though he is super young and merely 22 year old. He explained much of the native culture to me….as he was a drummer and also a sun-dancer….he also explained the concept of spiritual journey – which is to be put into the middle of the forest and fast for days while trying to gain a better understanding of your life! Philip is also engaged in crafty work and spends time making leather goods and beaded accessories – highly motivated, ambitious young man with a kind big heart….and wants a career in social services! Philip even did some healing drumming songs specific for me as an after dinner treat!

I send the message out to the greater universe that my ideal husband is the older version of Philip…..phhoooowwwwww as I blow the message out there….everyone think that for me with me too!!!

King David: This is Philip’s father and Victoria’s partner’s cousin, he was down from Ottawa on a visit. King David made me feel so welcomed and included me in the morning pipe ceremony the next day – just before he and Philip were leaving to go home. King David also made sure I went home with some gifts from him and nature…he gave me some sage and sweet-grass for my own smudging rituals!

Victoria: Spent some valuable time offering me relaxing treatments. Victoria’s expertise with healing massages left me feeling relaxed and more in-tune with my healthy self through-out the entire weekend. Victoria also arranged for some local neighbor friends to come over for a sharing circle…and also gave some time for woman supportive healing and strengthening drumming!

Mary New Couch and Rainbow Thunder Woman: Super awesome meeting you and sharing with you and offering support as well as feeling supported with you! I have been struggling with trusting to easily….but turns out that there are always good reasons to trust…and you guys are definitely good reasons! I look forward to meeting with you all again…perhaps in a year and we can all share the progress we have made and the new goals we hope to move towards!

Hugh McKenzie: Hugh is an awesome speaker of the truth and amazing artist! I spent some time learning about art and the patience needed and the positive outcomes with art therapy! Hugh plays a mean guitar too…..but really without his guidance I would not have completed this lovely piece of art for my moms!

 

 

 

 

PS…Nyrad, I hope this makes up for my lacking appearance in the last couple weeks….and I will write about my PowWow Manitoulin trip next time!!

 

 

 

Happy 20th Anniversary and Thanks for the Divorce!

Here it is…the muchly anticipated step by step story of my first marriage…perhaps it is only me that has been waiting to write and publish this post! It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years since my first marriage. It’s amazing how the time seems to have flown by…yet I seem to have accomplished so much…like arrests, a second marriage, bought and sold houses, lived in 3 countries, travelled loads…and starving and beating greedy bastard cancer!!

Truthfully, I have all these accomplishments because I took my divorce and ran! As far as mistakes go…well this one was a whopper…but being so early in my life….it was also easier to get over and plan a new!

So, how does one so young (though I know 19 isn’t so young…it isn’t life experienced either) end up married…and then divorced a year later….to a man 10 years her senior and known to her for only 5 days?

Step One: Finally muster the courage to leave the previous abusive relationship of 3 years…..broken confidence and broken heart but thankfully no broken bones. I suppose everyone has their final breaking point….and though I seemed able and willing to tolerate a lot…..uttering death threats and a physical fight in public is where I drew the line (I assure you that line is much closer now and does not include toleration of violence or abuse in any way). Finally I make the move…run to the neighbours and call my mom to pick me up….meanwhile my belongings are packed in garbage bags and tossed on the front lawn (put out or get out the main message received loud and clear)

Step Two: Bless my mom’s soul….she didn’t bat an eye when I called her and she showed up in mere minutes with the car empty and ready for my belongings…it seemed of no matter to her that I was out of her house for over 3 years at this point. In her infinite wisdom of life experiences….my mom drives me straight to the hospital where I can be thoroughly examined.

Step Three: Thank the new rules implemented that once a domestic situation arrives at the hospital…the police are immediately called….and so my mom reports…loud enough for the entire hospital to hear…that I am a domestic situation. Course I should’ve known my mom was bordering that desperation to see me get married as well…..since she also tried to ask the doctor out for me (clearly he wants to get involve in the drama that is my domestic situation while he assesses for physical damage….who doesn’t love a good drama and damaged baggage?)

Step Four: Now that I have made the jump to leave the relationship…I have to follow through with the responsibilities of domestic situation clean up!(offload the damage and save the empty baggage for good life fillings). I take my broken confidence to court…..not only where half my high-school is sitting in the audience (seems my high-school had a lot of little criminals in court that day)….but also where I have to listen to the continued death threats of the dip-shit I used to call boyfriend. Finally they call out our case…and I am all prepared to testify (I’ve done this before and know what is expected)…but then I hear that there is no testifying to be done after hours of waiting in embarrassment! Turns out he plead down for a lower sentence….he seems to be a rat snitching dip-shit that ratted his friends out on a bunch of neighbourhood B&Es in exchange for a reduced sentence on the assault charges (sometimes one crime will pay for that other crime and you think you can walk away even steven in the eyes of the law….but karma seems to have much better equalized vision and a much larger reach then the arms of the law)!

Step Five: Having done and dealt with the courts and now living back at my parent’s….and it seems that my mom is still focusing on the getting me coupled off. I believe this is the first time I am made the community project (although I have learned from this….my mom seems to continue to seek out support from the community for my marriaging project). She and her neighbor at the time come up with the master plan and the perfect coupling offer…..in New York, USA.

Step Six: Why not take a road-trip to New York?! I could use the break away and my mom could use the break away…and this guy could use the company of some frustrated women. So off we go to New York and we meet Ahmad (my soon to be husband/asshole divorced)…nice enough and plays perfect gentleman tour-guide…he resembled Slater from “Saved by the Bell” tv show and so clearly made for good eye candy – Mario Lopez, I hope you’re not as ignorant as this asshole in real life! We arrived on the Thursday and he took us around and kept up appearances all the way until Monday…..I even have pics of us touring around at the Twin Towers (be keeping those for the novelty of it….something to tell my grandkids about)

Step Seven: Monday arrives and before I consciously know it….I’m at New York City Hall registering for a marriage certificate…and then off to the local mosque for a signing of the dowry book…I’m worth a gold dinar, a fully furnished house, and a random cash amount…(I should’ve really considered goats and bunnies and maybe it would’ve gone better!) So after the signing of the dowry book comes one of the quickest wedding ceremonies I have ever seen! Of course I am referring to quick in the sense that the wedding happened after a mere 4 day courtship…..and also that the ceremony of love was actually only 20 minutes long and we were in our Monday best clothes of jeans and t-shirts (I was actually wearing tights which was the fashion at the time!)

Step Eight: So, the typical arab man….my new husband…..decides to take me shopping for a new dress…cause the reception party requires fancy dress?! Walking the isles of Bloomingdales…and I spot the dress of royalty….a nice purple silk number! And now we are all decked out and ready for the small reception….I mean small in the way that only my immediate family, the neighbours and 2 of his friends were at the Middle Eastern Restaurant! It would seem that getting married in the local Mosque was simply for show purposes….considering how he was slamming back the vodka drinks at the restaurant…and staggered out of the restaurant and into the apartment….and passed out after attempting to get jiggy with me (all it took was one push off from me cause really I hadn’t known him that long and he was snoring on the other side of the bed)!

Step Nine: I think for him, this step was the most releasing….for me it was the most telling! This is when he decides that he now has a new clutch to cling to and a new reason to blame his sorry existence on. Sadly, I wasn’t the quiet, broken, disheveled shy type of arab woman…I wasn’t willing to take on his problems for the sake of a marriage based on a 4 day courtship! So, the fighting began….he awoke the next morning…clearly hung-over….and tells me “you are the reason I drink and smoke so much”. Whaaaa????….come on now….I can only take some responsibility for the past 4 days…the previous 29 years is all him and his choices…my magical powers are not time travelling kind! I should’ve figured from that point it was pointless and marched back to the City Hall for an annulment…..but no….me and my social services give someone umpteen tries and lets be friends and work it out…..and I’m moved to Harlem, New York for the next 3 months trying to figure out how to get out!!

Step Ten: Finally, we come to terms like adults that this is not workable….we are in different stages in life…and different places in love….and different countries in citizenship! He wants a family immediately….and I aim to finish high-school (yes it took me that little longer to recoil from my mistakes but I did graduate high-school and college too….got my grad pics and diplomas to prove it!) So, we decide it’s got to end….and off I go back to Canada….technically I abandon him (can you believe New York will not allow irreconcilable differences as a grounds for divorce?) I move to a small small quiet little mostly senior citizen town to complete high-school….cause I already learned big city not good for little me!

Step Eleven: Having moved back to Canada….and starting to put my life back on the right track…I thought it would be ok to be friends with my estranged husband….wrong on that one is an understatement! He again put the gentleman face on…and said he was understanding and ok with my leaving and wanting to live a different life then what he had planned for himself….and so perhaps we could remain friends (yes it was him that asked to remain friends….and me that thought we could pull it off like adults) Turns out…he still wanted to control me as if we were still married and building a life together….and when I moved in with another man (strictly platonic relationship with a man and his brother renting a room in their house)….asshole Arab man face came back out to play!

Step Twelve: Finally the time has come for divorce papers…as you recall there is no “irreconcilable difference” grounds…so we have to wait an entire year separation and the time has finally arrived. Since then….I have also been vigilantly achieving my high school credits and am one semester away from full OSSD graduation! I receive divorce papers in the mail…..he has so kindly done them up with the help of a lawyer…and done them up in such a way that makes me look like such a horrible person. He explains that he wants a divorce on the grounds that “I would not sleep with him on his birthday; I yelled at him; and I was physically abusive to him” It should be noted here that I didn’t sleep with him at all….I don’t yell at people for no reason….and I most certainly don’t abuse people considering the relationship I came out of just before this one!!

Step Thirteen: I refuse to sign the papers and request an appointment time with a New York lawyer to actually draw up honest and reasonable divorce papers. Turns out the real issue was that he didn’t want to give up any money in the divorce…and if he just asked…I didn’t want to take any money either! See me the social services type….I didn’t earn any money with a long standing marriage or children or anything (not even the dowry was I after)….just a crazy week and that shouldn’t be rewarded with money! So…we get to the lawyers and we get a set of divorce papers signed that isn’t based on lies or degradation of the each other! Divorce papers came in the mail…endorsed and final around September 16, 1995….and that was a whopper of a divorce party!

Step Fourteen: Now I know you are thinking that the last step should’ve been the last step….but I’m ADHD and like to go the extra mile sometimes! This is when we figured we could be friends….I mean we gave it a good effort to be friends. He sent me a plane ticket to come out the January 1996…just to hang out as friends and get past all the ugliness that transpired the year before! So, I took the ticket and my positivity and flew out for a mini vacation (the reward for following through with my high-school goal)! As soon as I arrived…he was sweet gentleman like and let’s go out for dinner and stuff….which quickly turned sour jealousman type! He took me to a lovely Italian restaurant for dinner….and a lecture on how “I was not a good person and must be a slut because I live with a male roommate and I should be more respectful of him”. I reminded him that we recently signed divorce papers…and I was being as respectful to him as he earned and deserved…and my living arrangements were of no matter to him (I may have also at this point told him to kiss my ass)…to which he took more offence and actually threatened to blow my head off in this busy Italian restaurant. With all the awkward staring at this point…I thought it best to just request the cheque and I walked out with my head held high. He seems to have figured that he upset me…and so he sat in the car outside the restaurant for almost an hour trying to convince me to go out and play pool or bowling or something to let him know we were friends again…..clearly I refused….respect my ass!!

As my adulthood started after this phase of relationship nonsense….these are the most important lessons learned:

I learned that when travelling to meet someone…be sure to know of alternative living arrangements should things not work out! After we got back to his apartment from the restaurant, I tried to book a flight out for the next day….but was actually stuck for 3 days in New York during the blizzard of 1996 (I even tried to rent a bicycle with no luck) So….there we were both in his apartment not even able to sit on the same couch with each other.

I learned that a relationship shouldn’t be rushed and if there isn’t commonalities now…there won’t be any in the future…..and looks are good for a time….communication is good for the eternity….take the time to communicate about the consistency in commitment to life, love, values, and religious beliefs!

I learned that it usually doesn’t work out when the boy says he wants to be friends…usually means he wants the girl to pine over him…miss him…and beg for his return…and then gets angry when none of that actually happens!

So….to end on a bit of a positive note…..though we have not spoken or seen each other since….I have heard that he has achieved his family life with a new wife….and well I have achieved many other great things and just now ready to get on with the family life as a wife…third time is going to be my charm!!!

I Am a Rough Diamond Basking in the Glory of My Returned Awesomely Good Mojo!

Firstly I want to thank you Farah for the most fabulous after work girls BBQ party! You are an exceptional host and the evening was so full of laughter and luuurve that it deserves recognition in the good mojo post!

Alous, SED friend, Toni, Tina, Gillian and Jubette….I know sometimes it can be worrisome thinking or hearing what I might get up to in any given moment…..I whole-heartedly appreciate, value and cherish your continuous support, love and sharing of the goodness mojo…..For you all I simply say….don’t worry…be happy…I got it covered ;)! SED friend…I hope this next part will do that email response justice!!!

Despite the continued efforts of the negative nay-sayers trying to project upon me their evil leers…or the serial dater trying to project his need for me to shed some tears….or the biased medical system trying to project onto me their financial ruin deathly fears….I will strongly rumple out their efforts and cleanly outlast them all…with my happy clappy disposition for many a many years!!!

It took me several experiential years to build this protective roughage on my Diamondness! I was used and abused…and beat down and thrown around…but just like the mighty tenacity of the precious diamond…I cut through the bull-kaka and radiantly shimmered on! I don’t succumb to the convoluted words of discouragement or illogical assumptions…or poorly efforted excuses by the self-interested and narrow-minded in attempts to serve themselves and relinquish their own anguished frights, hurtful pains, and accountable responsibilities!

What…you ask….has this to do with good mojo? Well, the answer should be as clear as a shiny diamond! I am feeling my good mojo again…and I have regained my positivities….and the difficulties of the last couple weeks have turned around and become the graciously appreciated positives of these many weeks to come!

I can see how some people might look upon me and wish for what I have…what I have gained (through hard ass busting work I might add)…and what I stand for (there in lying the jealousy festering start of projecting the negative hoodoo voodoo bad mojo)…but I will not satisfy your insatiable need to see me fall! I know all too well the honourable difficulties of wearing my big heart upon my sleeve…for the whole world to see that I am the batter and advocator for the innocently young and the harmlessly old…I may even have an inclination to offer pinch hitter service to the mid-aged range who struggle and scramble in a moment of weakness and honestly want to seek support…haven’t we all had moments of weakness that could’ve ended poorly without the lending strength of another?

So….with the lent help of some precious others…I am now in full good mojo mood….with the return of my good karmic universal law of attraction action! How do I know this goodness returned? Some snippets to help you see clearly as I do!

1. My family doctor has returned and is looking healthier! She is also more supportive of me and respectfully apologizes for the nightmare of the previous scare-tactic doctor. My doctor….gives me good mojo by believing in my faith and my current positively healthy looking self and disposition…discounts the illegitimateness of the latest reports…and clearly indicates and states she is confident in my successful progression and has no worries!
2. My property struggles have completed in my favour. The tug of war that seemed almost inevitable…was merely a faked stance of how a man tries to strut his stuff to get a meager woman to bow down to him! Gladly, not only am I no meager woman, and I can read and understand property surveying…but I also had some very good mojo’ed help along the way and to the end! I had a spectacular lawyer and awesome estate agent…bidding my bids from across the great pond…to successful fruition of exchangement and closery!
3. It seemed I might be drowning in debt with property woes….and the continuous cancer killing treatments…and the desire to ensure an uninterrupted life with expenses and all! But…just as I lend out a helping hand….a hand was extended back to me and my expenses will have some recoup effect…with some even disappearing into the abyss of worthiness!
4. Understanding the errors of my previous ways, and recognizing the cost on my once guarded financial security….I figured it was time to scope and ensure building and guarding of new financial security. My good karma brought me an awesomely spectacular Financial Advisor/Investor (Adrian I am happy to make you money while you make me money). He accepts my risk levels, my future plans and my on the pathway goals….and he agrees to provide an unwavering control of my ADHD impulsivity (but he will let me plan the sheep farm activity centre….the Red Sea retirement party apartment…..and the Costa Rican road trip) How super fantastic is that really?!

Lastly……a special message from the corner of my heart! I have a special corner in my big heart for all my friends of old and new…the ones that know my real name and appreciate how I don’t play mind games! The real friends that put effort into sharing their love and good mojo with me when I’m experiencing a low…and the very same ones that accept my shared good mojo when they have hit a bit of a downer too! To my newest friends…Costa Rican couple that I will road-trip to see…..Yes Cory we are the abnormal un-averaged medical wonders of the world as a whole…and yes we will prove that we will mindfully…spiritually….and physically beat out greedy tumourous cancers!!!

So… to all my friends….and new ones that may come in after this is written and published…I say (courtesy of Bill Withers):

Sometimes in our lives

We all have pain, we all have sorrow

But if we are wise

We know that there’s always tomorrow

Lean on me when you’re not strong

And I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on

For it won’t be long

‘Til I’m gonna need somebody to lean on!!

 

Now watch my Bad Ass Dash on!!!

You Know You Need A Vacation When…..

**You feel like you have had enough of the sacrificing everything for a greedy bastard?

**Your supervisor comes round to your desk on the daily to request that you book your allotted yearly vacation….in triplicate form…and it’s only February?

**You reminisce about that one time you were sent on a jail-cation being the true definition of vacation….where you were transported everywhere without lonesome driving, and always around people with no need for wifi or ringing reality, and amply fed, clothed and option to bathe with no added hotel or shopping bills?

**Your losing your mind just that little bit more having revengeful visions of holding up a medical clinic with a hairdryer and threatening to blow the place dry if they don’t get the paper form requisition?

**Your tired of hearing about everyone else’s vacation plans….or watching everyone else go on vacation…even though it’s on a flight to the exotic you don’t want to go to….or the US you’re not allowed to go to?

Well…..I’m gonna just keep my hand raised for all of the above…but instead of sit here and moan and whinge on and on about the troubles of some people’s world….I’m gonna do something to change the troubles of my world….Im gonna solve my current “problems”!

It’s funny how a simple statement from someone who wants you to appear and be more dead then you’re willing to believe….can actually force you to reflect more on life….living it more to the point of the reflection! It’s been fairly short amount of time since diagnosis of the cancer….6 month-ish….but still it has been a bumpy all-encompassing 6 months…and now “it’s time to break free…..”!

I love to travel…..flight, car, boat not so much but doable, train, even on foot…..I love to learn of new things and see weird things….take courses and read stories, shine rocks, pan for gold and dig for dinasour bones with my good friends superhero kids (Yes I am still working on the pillow but swear it’ll be done by end of summer – I got a little sidetracked) Love to camp…yes I’ll eat something that fell in the dirt campground before I would eat something that fell on my office kitchen floor…the charting of the unroaded….and the sleeping in tents under the stars….just after the campfire dessert and toke!

I seem to have made many sacrifices for the sake of this “chronic illness”….I have almost given up a slice of me with the ability to live comfortably. I sacrificed looking at and booking vacation for fear that I may need those days if I fell severely unwell…or if I were to get worse and need the extra time off for various appointments. I have sacrificed my time…where I could be spending time on a road trip or learning the new coaching method or walking along a boardwalk holding hands. Instead I have been dedicated to sit in a chair with an IV stuck in my arm 3 days a week for 4 hours…then I work 3 days a week….so no kisses and cuddles there….only double up on the workload with half the time. I sacrificed thinking of a future with professional development….cause what if I start the course and fall so ill and can’t finish the course….or where will I really go with a TEFL Certificate that won’t require medical clearance. I sacrificed many relationships but mostly the potential ones….I shut down the idea that perhaps there is my “soul-mate” that will embrace my crazy…and encourage my fight….and will joyfully give me all I deserve…without counting on what they get in return….easier not to seek or start the date then to watch the ass end of the date walk out for fear of….insecurities on both sides.  I sacrificed good portion of money….not materialist kind of money but my hard worked hard earned financial security….my retirement plan house abroad….portions of my monthly salary after the sacrifice made for the taxes!

Why am I telling you all this? Well mostly because it has been playing on my mind since before yesterday, but also cause I seek your support. Who doesn’t love a good engaging blog? And so here is your chance to engage! It’s way better to be accountable to others then solely to yourself!

So…I put out to the universe and you followers (and it is of no matter that many of you followers live in my head) to help hold me accountable to achieve what I say I am gonna achieve!!!

Sacrifice NO  More For You Greedy Bastard!!!! I will travel by road and by foot….I will camp for longer than one night….I will succeed in my quest for Mr Right….I will complete the obstacles of Bad Ass Life….and I will finish my professional training…after all it is covered by my employer!

I will travel this month…..first trip with my old roomie to Niagara Falls….check out all them bodies…real and plastic! This is the spontaneity of being able to travel sacrifice free (well we did agree to this trip and just picked a date this month and said let’s make it happen…..that started the vacation booking bug!

I will roadtrip back to the greatest PowWow I’ve seen in the Manitoulin next month! While I’m there I will sleep in my old Tipi…and if I’m lucky my moose car will still be there…..I will build an inukshuk on the side of the road…and this shall represent my “just in case it all fails miserably many years from now” security blanket man!  I will capture breath-taking beauty picture number 2 too!

 

 

 

 

 

I will get back on the campground….and I will find my retirement sheep farm land…Yes I will camp with the superhero children…and my dear fried Steph and her boyfriend RobBob…..I will be the sixth wheel (8^th if RobBob’s girls come along for the awesome fun) I don’t really mind being the wheel….I like them and they like me and the kids like my crazy and sometimes we do encourage each other….but this year it would be kinda cool if while everyone went off to their shared tents….I had someone to save me from the thunderous rainy night!

So….I’m messaging the universe of my attraction to my divinely attracted soul mate….living the open secret!! We will encourage in each other all for the good and cheer for each other while we fight against bad…we will embrace in each other what ever the world may bring!  I am putting myself out there….all of myself….the boobie cancer and ADHD and first life’s blunders so I can thoroughly enjoy second life’s wonders!!  Don’t worry folks….whether I meet my man before these trips, or while on these trips, or plan trips with him……I won’t be planning any actual marriages unless I can plan the flight out for the honeymoon….and I won’t be flying out anywhere (sadly including to buy my Red Sea apartment) until at least next year…..

And it will all start with the winning of this Bad Ass Dash I really did impulsive sign up for….the guy in the booth said it would be super fun! I figure I can conquer my world one obstacle at a time…..and of course the first obstacle is regular training. No I won’t be out there on the beach trying to spin logs….but I will rollerblade along the lake until I get to the park where I will try try try to even get one pull up achieved….and aim for 2 push-ups…..and I will swim every warm evening until the lake swallows the sun whole! And yes Connie and Tom….you probably will see more of me in the neighbourhood….rollerblading or walking back from a swim. Thanks for pointing out that I look fantastic…and younger then I should…it was great seeing you guys too!!   And for the neighbours down the street from me….calling her whole family to get a Bad Ass Dash team together…to come out and support me….and autism….and their own sporting life goals….I’ll cheer for you and with you and beat Bad Ass down!!

And once I have successfully relieved the travel bug itch…..I will sit and be able to concentrate on completing the Teaching English training…..cause I already signed up to it months ago….and you never know…can always incorporate a little ESL into the local sheep petting Zoo/activity centre/campground/high ropes course/zipline experience/tree hugging festivals!!!

How’s that for ADHD management….Vacation planning…and Second Life Cancer Banning!!!!